A glass surface
A/n: thank you to Lucifer's Daughter and Kikyokurama for reviewing and to Dejiko/Puchiko for correcting my mistake.
He stopped his endless walking and peered into the vast, empty, starlight sky. He sighed and trudged on. 'Why am I feeling this? Our love is gone. Yet, I feel as if a part of me is gone when she's not near.' He shook his head and proceeded to unravel the cloth that was plastered to his form. As he entered the stream, the icy water greeted his flushed skin and in the pale moonlight, his features looked worn. He kept sinking farther, letting the crystal green waters engulf him. The sand was soft beneath his feet and the little fishes made no attempt at hiding. 'Am I really that pathetic, that not even the fishes are scared of me?' He sighed in an overwhelming fashion. He let his tired-out body fall, his smooth skin hitting the glass- like surface. He was standing in a neck height amount of water, now as he was falling towards the ocean floor the water completely engulfed him, and he let his sense float away. The fishes had long since escaped his falling form, but now they were back to investigate the intrusion to which they were having delight with. They came back to nibble at his toes and to squiggle between his fingers. He put no energy into escaping them; he let himself relax.
Light rain settled herself upon his cheeks and he wearily glanced around at his surroundings. He groaned and shut his eyes once more. A new jealous form came about his cheeks. Warmth now flooded his face and was washing away any traces of drizzle that appeared. He was forced to, once again, open his eyes and peer into what seemed like a fire. Toguro blinked once, twice, three times before realizing it was a campfire, but out here in the middle of a forest? Groggily he pulled himself up and accidentally rammed his back into a rain soaked log. He let the pain flow through him before propping himself against the log and letting his head tilt back so his nose met the sky. "So you think you can just walk out on me huh?" The new sound chorused through the chilly, night air, it sounded just as weary as he felt. Blearily he opened one eye to come face to face with a light pink one. Both eyes now were fully captivated into a bug-like state. The eye moved back so that Toguro could see the face it belonged to. The carnation pink lips smirked. "Don't think I wouldn't find you!" The lips spoke. The figure sat back on her haunches and let him examine her. He almost choked at what he saw. There in front of him was Genkai, in her younger form. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. His mouth formed an O and hung there. When she was sure he wasn't about to speak, she rose and slowly spun her heel on him. She walked a couple of paces and bent down again. She came back moments later to find Toguro in a sleep-like state. She sat between his out stretched legs and poked him, hard, in the stomach. There was no cloth between him, his stomach and her means of waking him up; he had to choke back a howl. She laughed and when his mouth came open in surprise, she shoveled a spoonful of soup down his throat.
For the longest time, neither said anything. His energy had been drained and he was too tired to care that he was being force-fed. When she was satisfied that he was full, she rested her pink pony-tailed head against his chest. The stars twinkled and the moon appeared full and bright. The critters came out, and beady little eyes peered through the underbrush. The night seemed to be filled with joy, for there in the middle of the forest were two old lovers, resting comfortably in each other's presence.
A/n: thank you to Lucifer's Daughter and Kikyokurama for reviewing and to Dejiko/Puchiko for correcting my mistake.
He stopped his endless walking and peered into the vast, empty, starlight sky. He sighed and trudged on. 'Why am I feeling this? Our love is gone. Yet, I feel as if a part of me is gone when she's not near.' He shook his head and proceeded to unravel the cloth that was plastered to his form. As he entered the stream, the icy water greeted his flushed skin and in the pale moonlight, his features looked worn. He kept sinking farther, letting the crystal green waters engulf him. The sand was soft beneath his feet and the little fishes made no attempt at hiding. 'Am I really that pathetic, that not even the fishes are scared of me?' He sighed in an overwhelming fashion. He let his tired-out body fall, his smooth skin hitting the glass- like surface. He was standing in a neck height amount of water, now as he was falling towards the ocean floor the water completely engulfed him, and he let his sense float away. The fishes had long since escaped his falling form, but now they were back to investigate the intrusion to which they were having delight with. They came back to nibble at his toes and to squiggle between his fingers. He put no energy into escaping them; he let himself relax.
Light rain settled herself upon his cheeks and he wearily glanced around at his surroundings. He groaned and shut his eyes once more. A new jealous form came about his cheeks. Warmth now flooded his face and was washing away any traces of drizzle that appeared. He was forced to, once again, open his eyes and peer into what seemed like a fire. Toguro blinked once, twice, three times before realizing it was a campfire, but out here in the middle of a forest? Groggily he pulled himself up and accidentally rammed his back into a rain soaked log. He let the pain flow through him before propping himself against the log and letting his head tilt back so his nose met the sky. "So you think you can just walk out on me huh?" The new sound chorused through the chilly, night air, it sounded just as weary as he felt. Blearily he opened one eye to come face to face with a light pink one. Both eyes now were fully captivated into a bug-like state. The eye moved back so that Toguro could see the face it belonged to. The carnation pink lips smirked. "Don't think I wouldn't find you!" The lips spoke. The figure sat back on her haunches and let him examine her. He almost choked at what he saw. There in front of him was Genkai, in her younger form. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. His mouth formed an O and hung there. When she was sure he wasn't about to speak, she rose and slowly spun her heel on him. She walked a couple of paces and bent down again. She came back moments later to find Toguro in a sleep-like state. She sat between his out stretched legs and poked him, hard, in the stomach. There was no cloth between him, his stomach and her means of waking him up; he had to choke back a howl. She laughed and when his mouth came open in surprise, she shoveled a spoonful of soup down his throat.
For the longest time, neither said anything. His energy had been drained and he was too tired to care that he was being force-fed. When she was satisfied that he was full, she rested her pink pony-tailed head against his chest. The stars twinkled and the moon appeared full and bright. The critters came out, and beady little eyes peered through the underbrush. The night seemed to be filled with joy, for there in the middle of the forest were two old lovers, resting comfortably in each other's presence.